Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.